(With all due respect to my in-town friends. I just had to share this story; I couldn't make it up if I tried.)
I was recently in Brooklyn running errands and I stopped to get something to eat. The place I went is sort of like a cross between Circa and Cafe K - it does both takeout and sit-down, but if you're sitting down and not getting pizza, you get to eat off real dishes, and also the food is freshly made (unlike at Circa, where it sits out all day and they microwave it for you to make it hot). However, the prices are generally lower, which is good for my budget right now.
No, no, that's not the story. Here's the story.
I was waiting by the counter because I had asked for a cup of water, when a girl stopped and looked at me. I didn't know her, so I gave her a look back that said, "Do I know you?" without being rude about it.
In response to my quizzical look, she said, "I'm just trying to figure out where you're from."
Me: [another quizzical look]
Random Girl: Well, I think you must be from out of town.
Me: What makes you say that?
Random Girl: Well, it's just...you're so nice and polite and everything.
Me: Well, you guessed right, I am from out of town.
Random Girl: Are you from Chicago?
Random Girl: Detroit?
Random Girl: You're not from California, are you?
Me: No, not from California. [thinking, Thank G-d she doesn't think I'm a Valley Girl...]
Random Girl: St. Louis?
Me: No, where I'm from isn't that far away.
Random Girl: Philadelphia?
Me: No. You're never going to guess where I'm actually from, so I'll just tell you. I'm from [Yehuppetzville].
Random Girl: Oh! Well, that's original...
Me: Yup. Anyway, have a good night!
Random Girl: Good night! [she leaves]
I remained to eat my meal, totally mystified about how that whole conversation came about. After all, I had not been acting in any such way that I felt was out of the ordinary. I was even wearing a sweater, black skirt, and had my hair pulled back in a black headband. Who knows...